Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-08-06
30, for this 1 get a thousand.p

30, for this get.a thousand"
"Pounds7r
"Gnineas. Painters, poets, and
physicians always get guineas."
aWell, | think the model should
have a percentages" said Hushie
laughing; "they work quite as hard
as you do"
sNonsense, nonsense! Why,
r look at the trouble of laying on the
paint alone. and standing all dry
long at ones easel. It's all vecy
well, Hughie, for you to talk, but
1 assure you that that there are
moments when art approaches the
dignity of manual labor. But you
mustn't chatter; I'm very busy
Smoke acigarette, and keep quiet"
After some imetheservant came
in, and told Trevor that the frame
maker wanted to speak TO him.
4 taDQn,ts.run zaMag, Hagale,. he
said as lie went out. ~ will be
back ira moment"
The old beggar man took advan-
tage of Trevor's alb tence to rest a
) moment on q wooden bench that
was behind him: He looked so
forl0rn and Wretclled that Hughie
could not help plying him. and he
felt in his pockets to see what mon.
ey he hal. All he could find WAS
sovereign and soma coppers.-
"Poor old fellow" b., thought to
himself, "he wants it more than [
do, but it means no hanSoms for a
fortnlght.n and he walked across
the studio and slipped the sover-
eign into the beggar'S hand
The old man started, and f lint
smile fitted across his withared
lips. "Thank you, sir" he said, in
a foreign accent.
Then Trevor arrived, and Hughie
took his leave, blushing a little at
what he had done. He sp mt the
day with Laura, got a CHARMING
scolding for his extravaganza, and
| ilau 10 Walk HOIlt.
That night he strolled into the
Palette Club about II o'clock, and
found Trevor sitting By himself in
the smoking room.
"WeIl, Alan, did you get the
picture finished all rlght9" he said,
as he lit his cigarette.
diminished and framed, my boy''
answered Trevor; and, by the by,
you have made conquest. That
old model you saw is quite devoted
to you. l had to tell him all about
yOu-who you are, where you live,
what your income is, what pros
poets You have
"My dear Alan," cried Hnghie,
~ shall probably find him waiting
for me when I go home. But of
course you are only joking. Poor
old beggar! 1 wish l could do
something for him. l think it is
dreadful that any one should be so
miserable. lhave got heaps of old
clothes at home--do. Won thinkahes1
ms Tags 4 wisfe iafff1s Il jA Sits
"Buu he looks splendid in theln,"
said Trevor. 81 wouldn'G paint
him in frock coat for anything.
What you call rags call romance,
What seems poverty to you is PIC
tureSqueness to me. However, I'll
tell him of your offer"
"Alan," said Hughie seriously,
"you painters are a heartless lot"
"An artists heart is his head"
replied Trevor; sand besides, our
business is to realize the world as
we see 1t, not to reform it as we
know it. Now tell me how Laura
is. The ole model was quite inter
esting in her."
"You don't mean to say you
talked to him about herr" said
Hughie.
aCertainIy l did. He knows all
about the relentless Colonel, the
lovely damsel, and the 10000"
"You told that old beggar all
my private affairs9" cried Hughle,
looking very red and angry.
"My dear boy," said Trevor,
smiling, "that old beggar, as you
call him, is one of the richest men
! in Europe. He could buy all Lon
don tomorrow without overdraw-
ing his account. He has a house
in every capital, dimes of gold
plates, and can prevent Russia go
ing to war when he chooses.
"What on earth do you meanf"
3exclaimed Hughie.
"What 1 say" said Trevor
"The old man You saw to day was
Baron Hausberg. He is a great
friend of mine, buys all my pictures
and that sort Of thing, and gave
me commission a month ago to
paint him a beggar. And l must
say he made a magnificent figure
in his rags,or perhaps | should say
in my rags; they are an old suit L
: got in Spain"
"Baron Hausberg!" cried Hughie.
"Good heavens! Igave him SOW
ereign!n and he sank INTO an arm
chair The picture of dismay.
"Gave him u soverelgn!" shouted
Trevor autl he burst into roar OF
laughter. "My dear boy, you'll
never see it agaiu."
II think you might have told me,
Alan" said Hughle sulklly, ''and
not let me make such fool OF my
self"